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the red follow pink
voices and eyes trembling tell you
of my stance, one last glance
on the brink
intellect flees its cell
so long now,
I'll sw*llow whole
or utter stillborn sentiment
she knows how
for she taught me
but could it be me that was wrong?
she summons a tear
as all her efforts decay
years reverse, it's much worse
than she fears
her firstborn inveighs